The Need for Myth
I love a good myth. Growing up, my parents actively encouraged my fascination with fairy tales and myths. Sometimes, they went to great lengths to keep a myth alive in my imagination.
For example, every Christmas Eve, about fifteen minutes after my brother and I climbed in our bunk beds, I would hear the jangle of sleigh bells outside an…
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